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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.