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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.