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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
The Move,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.