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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.