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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Make Up,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.