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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.