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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
June Days,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.