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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Erasure,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Crime,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.