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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.