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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.