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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.