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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.