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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.