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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.