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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.