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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Pop Group 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
DNA,
cv313,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
June Days,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.