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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.