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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.