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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.