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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.