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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.