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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.