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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.