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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Fall,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.