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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Can,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.