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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Scion,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.