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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.