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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.