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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.