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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Pole,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.