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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.