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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.