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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.