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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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 Martian,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Doors,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.