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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Index,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.