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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.