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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.