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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.