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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.