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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Yaz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.