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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.