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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.