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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.