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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.