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 Gambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.