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 Kenya 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Gong,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.