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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.