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 Finland and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.