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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.