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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.