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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.