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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Pole,
Japan,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.