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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.