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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.