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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.