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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.