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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.