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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
the Germs,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.