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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.