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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.