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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.