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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.