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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.