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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.