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 India and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.