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 Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.