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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.