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 Malta 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Monks,
Cymande,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.