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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.