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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.