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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.