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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.