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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.