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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.