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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Zero Boys 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.