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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.