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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.