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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry 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 jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.