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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.