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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Nico,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.