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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.