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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.