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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.