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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.