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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.