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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.