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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.