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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Television,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.