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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Swans,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.