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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.