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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.