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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.