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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.