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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.