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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Fear,
Slave,
Niagra,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.