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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.