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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.