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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.