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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.