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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.