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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.