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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.