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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.