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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.