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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Wings,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.