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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.