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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.