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 Malta 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.