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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.