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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.