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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.