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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Nico,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.