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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.