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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Unwound,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.