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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.