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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.