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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.