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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.