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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.