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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.