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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
UT,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
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.