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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Can,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.