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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.