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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.