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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.