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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.