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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s 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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Darondo,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.