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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.