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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.