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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.