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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.