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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.