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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.