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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.