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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.