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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.