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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.