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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.