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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.