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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Crime,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
CMW,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.