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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 snare 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.