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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.