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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.