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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.