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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.