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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.