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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.