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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Erasure,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.