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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.