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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.