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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.