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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.