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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.