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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.