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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.