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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.