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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.