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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.