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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.