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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.