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 United States and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.