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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.