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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.