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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.