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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.