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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.