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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.