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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.