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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Can,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.