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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.