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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.