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 Portugal and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.