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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.