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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.