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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
the Human League,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.