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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.