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 China and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.