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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Ituana,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.