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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.