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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Television,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.