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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Nas,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.