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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.