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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.