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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
The Names,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.