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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.