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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.