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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.