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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.