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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.