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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.