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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.