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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.