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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.