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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.