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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.