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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.