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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.