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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.