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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.