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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Crime,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.