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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.