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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.