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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.