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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Inner City,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.