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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.