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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.