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 China and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Neil Young,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.