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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.