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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.