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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.