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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.