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 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.