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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.