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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.