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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
the Association,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.