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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.