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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Index,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.