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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.