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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-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.