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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.