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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.