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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.