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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.