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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.