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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.