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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.