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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Q65,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.