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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.