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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Organ,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.