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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.