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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.