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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Franke,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.