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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.