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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.