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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.