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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.