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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.