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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Zapp,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.