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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.