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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.