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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.