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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.