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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Television,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.