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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Pole,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.