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 India and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.