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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.