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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Monks,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.