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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
June Days,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.