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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.