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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.