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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.