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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.