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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.