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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.