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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.