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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.