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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Index,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.