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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.