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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
JFA,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.