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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.