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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.