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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.