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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.