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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.