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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Slave,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.