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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.