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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.