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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.