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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.