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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.