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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.