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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.