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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.