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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.