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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.