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 Oman 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.