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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.