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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.