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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.