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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.