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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.