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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.