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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.