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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.