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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.