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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.