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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.