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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.