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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.