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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.