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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.