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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.