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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.