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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.