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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.