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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
CMW,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.