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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.