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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.