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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.