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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.