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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.