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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.