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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.