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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.