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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.