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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.