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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.