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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pole to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.