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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.