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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
UT,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.