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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.