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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
June of 44,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.