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 Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.