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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.