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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
UT,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.