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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
UT,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.