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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.