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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.