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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.