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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.