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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.