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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.