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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.