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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.