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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.