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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Swans,
T. Rex,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.