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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.