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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.