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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.