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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.