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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.