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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.