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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.