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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.