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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.