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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
The Associates,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.