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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.