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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.