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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.