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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.