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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.