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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.