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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.