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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.