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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Names,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.