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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.