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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.