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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.