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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
the Association,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Franke,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.