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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.