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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.