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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.