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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Swans,
New Order,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Kayak,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.