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 Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.