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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.