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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.