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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Doors to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.