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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s 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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.