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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.