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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 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 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.