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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Index,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.