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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.