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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.