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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.