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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.