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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.