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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.