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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.