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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.