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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
ABC,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.