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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.