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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Accadde A 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.