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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.