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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.