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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.