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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Visage,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.