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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Faust,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.