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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.