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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.