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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.