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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.