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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.