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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Q65,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.