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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.