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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.