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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
June Days,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.