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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
the Association,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.