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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.