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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.