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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.