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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.