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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.