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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.