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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.