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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.