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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.