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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.