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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.