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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.