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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.