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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.