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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
the Association,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Make Up,
Nas,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.