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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.