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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.