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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.