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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.