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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.