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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.