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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.