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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 New Order 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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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.