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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.