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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
X-101,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.