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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.