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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.