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 India and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Wire,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.