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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Index,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.