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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
June Days,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.