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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.