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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.