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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.