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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.