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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.