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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.