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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.