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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Audionom,
The Move,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.