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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.