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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.