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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.