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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.