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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.