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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.