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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
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.