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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.