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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.