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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Slits to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.