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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Crime,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.