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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
UT,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.