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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.