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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Index,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.