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 France and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.