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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
10cc,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.