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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.