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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.