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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.