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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.