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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.