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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.