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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.