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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.