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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.