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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.