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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.