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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.