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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.