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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.