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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.