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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nas to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Crime,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.