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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.