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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.