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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 JFA to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.