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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.