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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.