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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.