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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.