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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.