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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.