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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.