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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Ludus,
PIL,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.