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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.