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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.