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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.