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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.