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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.