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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.