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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.