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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.