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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.