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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.