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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.