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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.