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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Doors,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.