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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.