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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
June Days,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.