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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.