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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Index,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.