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 Albania and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.