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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.