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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
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Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.