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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.