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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.