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 Antigua and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.