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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.