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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
cv313,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
MDC,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.