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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Neu!,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.