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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.