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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.