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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
10cc,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.