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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.