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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.