Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.