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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Darondo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.