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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.