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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.