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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.