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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.