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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Swans,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.