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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.