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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.