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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Q65,
CMW,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.