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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.