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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.