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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.